Chapter 487: Swordsman

Li Miao crossed his arms, leaning in the corner, looking at Huangfu Hui, and asked.

"Recognize me?"

Huangfu Hui was sitting on the ground, but hearing Li Miao speak to him, he suddenly pushed forward with both hands and pressed his forehead firmly against the ground.

"I have heard... the elders in my family... speak of your name."

Li Miao smiled.

"Then why are you still not dead? Are you delaying with idle chatter?"

Huangfu Hui shuddered upon hearing this, not because of fear, but because of joy.

"Master... may I die?"

Saying this, his hand slowly raised to touch his forehead, his eyes filled with excitement and anticipation as he looked at Li Miao, waiting only to hear Li Miao's answer before he would lift his skull with one palm and get it over with.

But unexpectedly, before Li Miao could answer, the man in the kimono beside him suddenly spoke.

"Your Excellency—"

The voice was cut off abruptly, and his expression and movements also stopped.

Thud.

The man in the kimono fell to the ground.

Li Miao withdrew his finger leisurely.

"When adults are talking, children shouldn't interrupt."

Huangfu Hui trembled even more violently.

He was kneeling on the ground, head against the floor, his vision inverted, and he happened to see the man in the kimono on the ground behind him.

The man in the kimono was not dead yet.

Not only was he not dead, he was extremely conscious.

But he was clearly experiencing extreme terror and pain; although he couldn't move his whole body, his pupils were trembling violently, the whites of his eyes were slowly turning pale red, and his eyelids were twitching—yet he couldn't even let out a wail.

Unable to live, unable to die.

Falling into this person's hands meant this result.

Huangfu Hui had already channeled enough true energy, waiting only for Li Miao to give an affirmative answer so he could crush his own skull with one palm. But before Li Miao spoke, he didn't even dare to die.

He hated the man in the kimono even more, feeling that he should have killed him with one palm just now, but instead let him live until now, delaying his own death. What if, because of this interruption, Li Miao changed his mind and didn't let him die!

Huangfu Hui's resentment grew, yet he hoped Li Miao would give him a quick answer.

Li Miao, however, ignored him and, in Huangfu Hui's desperate gaze, turned to look at the old man who had been silent from the beginning.

"Old man, what's your name?"

The old man replied in a deep voice.

"I am the 【Sword Saint】 Tsukahara Bokuden."

Li Miao sneered.

"Heh... Sword Saint?"

His gaze moved down, locking onto the Japanese sword in Tsukahara Bokuden's hand.

"You call this a sword?"

Tsukahara Bokuden slowly raised the sword to his eyes, the firelight in the room flowing over the blade, plating it with a layer of golden light.

"Is Your Excellency going to be like Huangfu-kun and say some meaningless insults?"

Li Miao shrugged with a smile.

"And what if I am?"

Tsukahara Bokuden shook his head.

"I don't think Your Excellency would."

Li Miao tilted his head.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

Tsukahara Bokuden said in a deep voice.

"Because Your Excellency could approach within a zhang of me silently, yet did not make a move."

"From the first moment I saw Your Excellency, I knew you were not one of those weak Heaven-Men in the Central Plains Jianghu. Even in Fusang, you are one of the few who can rank among the highest realms of the sword." ===== CHAPTER 488 =====